Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Weekend

Okay, so maybe it wasn't as terrible as all that.  But the weekend was definitely not my favorite.  I'm not sure when I've actually had a weekend suck so badly that I wanted it to be over.  I know, right?  Traitor thoughts.  But it's true.

Early last week, Evie caught a cold.  I shouldn't really complain because I have a ridiculously healthy child.  In her 2 1/2 years, she's only had an ear infection once (though it was a double ear infection, erg) and the occasional cold that lasts for a couple of days.  Other than that, she's healthy as a horse.  No flu or croup or RSV or any other childhood illness.

I should be counting my blessings that all she had was a cold and it's been months since the last one.  But see, I have this wonderful habit of catching any bug that comes within 500 miles of me.  That's probably not even an exaggeration.  I catch everything.  It didn't take more than a day or two for me to catch this one.

Normally I'd just lay around the house (because even a little cold often knocks me on my butt), drink plenty of liquids and hand over all my usual duties to Michael until I felt better.  Evie was only out of commission for a day or two before she felt fine enough to resume running around the house so it's not like we were both bedridden. 

But if you recall, Michael had his wisdom teeth extracted on Wednesday.

Do you see where this is going?  Not only did I have a crabbier than usual kid whose nose needed to be wiped every three seconds and a husband who was doped up on pain pills and couldn't eat anything that required more chewing that pudding, I felt like death warmed over.  Lovely.

That would be karma though, wouldn't it?

Needless to say, when I woke up this morning feeling about 95% better, I had a lot of cleaning to do.  It's a little mortifying to see just how messy a house can get when no ones cleans or picks up after themselves for four days.

At least one of us is feeling better.  Michael is still in some pain, and Evie's not completely over her cold either.  Keep your fingers crossed that we're all 100% ourselves by this next weekend when my parents come to visit!